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[the mercenary troops are marching through Paris
] Jacques ll6
: How many thousands of these foreign soldiers are they bringing in? Madame Defarge
: It doesn't matter how many; it will do them no good. The Vengeance
: It will do them no good. Ha! Madame Defarge
: The starving people of Paris might wait a long time before rising up to fight French soldiers; but against hired, foreign troops... any day... any hour... The Vengeance
: Any minute!
[Madame DeFarge has come looking for Lucie and the child. Miss Pross bars her way out
] Miss Pross
: Oh no you don't! Madame Defarge
: Let me pass. Miss Pross
: Never! I know what you want. I know what you're after. And thank heaven I'm put here to stop you - for stop you I will! Madame Defarge
: In the name of the Republic... Miss Pross
: In the name of no one, you evil woman. You've killed many innocent people. No doubt you'll kill many more; but my ladybird you shall never touch. Madame Defarge
: No? Do you know who I am? Miss Pross
: You might - from your appearance - be the wife of Lucifer; yet you shall not get the better of me. I'm an Englishwoman! I'm your match! Madame Defarge
: Pig, get out of my way or I'll break you in pieces. Miss Pross
: Break away, then. I don't care an English tuppence for myself; but I know that the longer I keep you here... the greater hope there is for my ladybird.
: Do you know who I am? Miss Pross
: You might - from your appearance - be the wife of Lucifer; yet you shall not get the better of me for I'm an Englishwoman!
: You make a mistake when you call my husband Jacques, his name is Ernest. I don't want to make a mistake in your name. Are there two D's is Barsad?
: We are so poor, we do not even have a language! Just this stupid accent! Fellow Revolutionist
: She's right, she's right! We all talk like Maurice Chevalier!
[impersonates the Chevalier laugh
] Fellow Revolutionist
: Au-haw-haw. Crowd
: We, the people of France... Fellow Revolutionist
: Fraunce. Madame DeFarge
: The knot of revenge must be tied around his neck!
: Tell wind and fire when to stop... but don't tell me!